Early the next morning, Zhang Ying, who hadn't slept much all night, got up.

I didn't do anything when I took off the quilt, so I directly picked up the phone and called the person in charge of the props team of the crew last night.

The other side of the phone was full of sleepiness, and it was obvious that he hadn't gotten up yet.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, hello Brother Chen, I'm from Zhang Ying's studio. Did you use the props you sent last night?"

"Ah, hey, I called early in the morning and asked about this? Yes, we stayed up all night, and it wasn't until two o'clock that the interior was finished. ”

"Brother Chen, how do you feel about this batch of props?"

"I was drowsy last night, who is in the mood to watch that! But the props don't work, we don't count, we have to come over. ”

"Oh, that's, that's okay, brother. If the director arrives and thinks that the props are not suitable, you can call me and I will rework it for you. ”

"I'm in such a hurry, how can I have time to rework for you? Okay, I need to hurry up and go to sleep. It's hanging. ”

Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Zhang Ying frowned.

got up lightly, and seeing that the time was only half past five, Zhang Ying scratched her head.

But she couldn't sleep anyway, so she simply washed up and went to the studio.

......

At seven o'clock in the morning, at the Rongdian Film and Television Base, the set of the period drama "Spring Dawn" was already busy.

The filming schedule of "Spring Dawn" was actually completed, but after the liar edited it, the producers on the other side of the company were not very satisfied, thinking that the portrayal of the main characters in the movie was still a bit thin, and the ending part was not very infectious.

The director team held a meeting and prepared to add a few more scenes to make up for it.

In this way, the entire crew, which was already ready to finish, redoubled its busyness.

At 7:15, director Jiao Chendong came to the set, and after a brief explanation to the heads of various departments, he walked to the interior scene that was arranged overnight last night.

"Morning, Dao'er!"

"Director Jiao is here?"

"Hmm. Nodding to the scene of a few greetings, Jiao Chendong glanced at the scene.

"Huh?"

He was going to just see how it felt, but when his eyes swept through the room, which was furnished in the style of the seventies, he suddenly felt a trance.

"Lights!" he shouted.

"Alas!" The lighting engineer and field staff who were busy on the side immediately trotted to him, "Dao'er, is there something wrong with you?"

Jiao Chendong pointed to some of the staff who were still busy in the interior scene, and then pointed to the lights that had not yet been turned on, and said, "Put the light on me, and let the people who work withdraw first." ”

"Gotcha!" the two heard the order and learned that the director wanted to see the effect of the set, and immediately carried it out.

After a short while, as a few staff members withdrew, the entire interior fell silent.

Immediately, the gaffer cut the electric switch.

As the dim light bulb on the roof of the shed lit up, mixed with a trace of warm color, Jiao Chendong's eyes widened suddenly!

Jiao Chendong is in his forties this year.

As I grew older, those childhood memories have been lost to the long river of time.

But look at the sofa in front of me covered with white knitted curtains. Look at the award certificate hanging upright on the wall, framed by the photo. Looking at the lunch box on the kitchen stove that looked like it had just been heated. Look at the desk covered with a thick layer of glass, the desk covered with work plans and old photos, and the kettle on the desk wrapped in a thick rag......

Everything, along with the languid soft light, seems to be the switch of a time machine. In just an instant, his memory was quickly retracted by forty years!

In a trance, he saw a phantom in the empty room slowly solidifying.

The figure was carrying a canvas bag, sweating profusely—yes, he had been out with his friends all morning, tired and thirsty.

The figure threw his canvas bag full of villain books on the couch and picked up the kettle. But the water in the kettle was so hot that he only took a sip before his tongue was scalded.

In a trance, another figure appeared on the sofa.

"You still know how to come back?"

"Grandma, are you home, I'm hungry!"

"A little monkey cub, crazy outside, headless! I don't go home when I get to dinner, why don't I starve you to death! Look at what you have made, I want to exhaust your grandmother to death, am I?"

"Hee-hee!"

"Don't be a with me, the food is in the lunch box. Hurry up and eat it while it's hot, your father's unit canteen stewed vermicelli at noon today, and I specially sent it back. Grandma keeps it for you!"

"Thank you, Grandma, you're the best!"

The small, thin figure threw himself on the couch and buried his head in the old man's arms. The old man smiled kindly, put down the sewing kit full of Dengden and the old clothes that seemed to be never finished, stretched out his wrinkled hand, and patted his grandson's brain.

Her fingers, the thimble that she didn't know how many years she was reluctant to throw away, were full of holes.

Jiao Chendong seemed to be standing next to the sofa, and the pair of intimate grandchildren seemed to be touching it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

I don't know when, he felt his eyes hot, and a liquid passed through his cheeks and flowed to his neck before it became cold.

"Dao'er, Dao'er, are you okay?"

Just when Jiao Chendong was silent and couldn't extricate himself, the props on the side pushed him.

“WCNM！”

The precious memories that had been sealed for a long time and regained the light of day were suddenly interrupted, and the two figures that seemed to be within reach instantly dissipated without a trace.

The old face in front of him, which had been away from him for decades, disappeared all of a sudden, and Jiao Chendong subconsciously scolded.

This loud scolding scared everyone behind him!

Realizing that he was out of shape, Jiao Chendong pointed to the props in the room and asked, "Who made these props?"

On the side, the leader of the props team looked at Jiao Chendong's excited appearance and asked tentatively: "Dao'er, these props... What's going on?"

Jiao Chendong wiped away his tears and said excitedly: "This job is so beautiful!"

"Whew!" the entire crew breathed a sigh of relief.

The leader of the props team put down his heart even more, and patted his chest as if he was invited, "Thank you director for the compliment, I did it with the big guy!"

"You fucking fuck off!" didn't think about it, Jiao Chendong directly gave him a kick, "If you have this way, will you still be mixed up in this crew?

The lie was exposed, and the props team leader was not embarrassed.

However, looking at Jiao Chendong's eyes like he was about to eat people, he had no choice but to say: "The work is too urgent, and these small pieces are outsourced." ”

"Which company?"

"It's not a company, it's a studio. Forehead... A random one on the street of Fuhua Road is called Zhang Ying props. ”

"Spent a lot of money, didn't you?"

"No, the studio charges a lot of money. You know we've overspent our budgets......"

Hearing this, Jiao Chendong nodded deeply, recalling the illusion that he seemed to be going back in time for a moment just now, he muttered: "This studio, there is something." ”

After thinking about it, he wiped the tears from his eyes and waved his hand to everyone, "Don't look at the excitement, get moving." Today's scene is good, it's all for Lao Tzu to do well!"

After speaking, he explained to the field staff: "After a while, the heroine arrives and asks her to come to me, and I will add a little detail to her." ”

"Okay, I know the guide!"

Just when everyone was ordered to disperse in a hurry and was about to start work, Jiao Chendong grabbed the leader of the props group.

"Dao'er, do you have anything else?"

"Are you okay in a while?"

"It's okay, what's wrong?"

"After this make-up shoot in a while, you, as well as the costume part, will go to this Zhang Ying studio for me. ”

"Huh?" the prop grimaced, "What are you doing there?"

"Learn from the scriptures! Go there and learn from the people who make these props, how to make the props of period dramas!"

"It's not a director, we're almost done, what else are we going to learn? You won't need it when you're done?"

"Who said it can't be used? Yesterday the company gave me a new script, our next drama is still a period drama, if the props can maintain this level in the next drama, and find a few good actors, Lao Tzu is absolutely confident that he will make a turnaround!"

"The director... We didn't sleep much last night..."

"You go first, Lao Tzu will go to make up for the class together after filming this in a while!"

Seeing that the props were complaining, Jiao Chendong's eyes widened, and he was on fire!

......

Around noon.

Zhang Ying's studio is quiet.

Next to the workbench, seeing Zhang Ying holding chopsticks in her hand, there was no match for picking up a piece of cross-bridge rice noodles and not eating, Li Xiaomeng swallowed a mouth full of food, "Sister Xiaoying, this rice noodles are all lumped, why don't you eat them yet?"

"Oh," Zhang Ying was still thinking about the batch of props last night. was called by Li Xiaomeng, came back to his senses, and said, "I don't have any appetite." ”

Seeing that Li Xiaomeng and Liu Shuang on the side had finished eating and started to clean up, she inserted the chopsticks in a plastic bag and handed them to Li Xiaomeng.

"Xiaomeng, I won't eat it, you can help me throw it away. ”

"Oh," Li Xiaomeng replied, picked up a mouthful of rice noodles that had not moved, and walked to the trash bin outside the store.

Pulling on his slippers, as soon as Li Xiaomeng went out, he saw several cars parked on the opposite street.

A large group of people jumped out of the car, led by a familiar face, and slaughtered the studio one by one with a dark face.

She instantly widened her almond eyes.

Bang!

The leftovers in his hand fell to the ground and spilled on the ground.

Ignoring the rice noodle soup staining the rabbit white slippers on her feet, she turned around and ran back to the store with a cigarette.

"No, it's not good, Sister Xiaoying! The big brother of the crew who ordered the props with us the day before yesterday came over with a group of people! He's going to smash the field! Run through the back door!"

Seeing Li Xiaomeng, who had just gone out, running back, covering his face and shouting, Zhang Ying and Liu Shuang on the side glanced at each other, and they were all shocked.